Feng Zhiwei clapped his hands, Zong Chen threw a person over, and when he landed, he collapsed on the ground like a sack.
"Meiduo..." Peony's voice was sharp.
Almost immediately she understood what Mei Duo had done, and the next sentence came fiercely and decisively.
"Come on, drag her behind the horse and show it to everyone in front of every tent! Tell them, it is this woman who betrayed the whereabouts of the king and killed the king!"
"Great concubine, forgive me..." before the drowsy Mei Duo begged for mercy, she was dragged out by the hair of several prairie brawny men, and the pathetic screams were covered with blood.
"The mastermind is not her, but I already have a clue." Feng Zhiwei pressed Mudanhua's shoulder which was trembling all over, "Peonyhua, trust me, I will avenge Helian."
"The grassland will avenge the son of the grassland." Peony brushed her hand away and stared into her eyes, "Are you from the court?"
Feng Zhiwei was full of bitterness, she pursed her lips and said nothing, but Mudanhua nodded, rolled up her sleeves, looked at the sky, and said calmly: "My son, I know, what he really wants to do, is not afraid of life and death, that day If it weren't for the quarrel between Zha Dalan and I, he might not have made this choice, I caused him... Zhiwei, from now on, the grassland will be in your hands."
She walked away with her neck straight, her back lonely and cool, Chamutu opened her hands to her, Mudanhua squatted down to hug him, and left slowly.
Those loved ones came and went, leaving her on the top of Huzhuo Snow Mountain for a long time, covering the grassland with lonely and sad light.
The next day the imperial envoy arrived, and the Hu Zhuo Department held a grand funeral for their king. The concubine Feng Zhiwei who had "recovered from a long illness" finally appeared at the king's funeral. In the grave, the princess knelt down and sprinkled the first handful of soil.
The sadness of farewell hangs over the woman's brows, and the grasslands that let out a lot of mourning make the imperial court envoys sigh.
"Elder Concubine." The Zhongshu scholar seemed to be afraid that she would faint in his arms at any time due to excessive grief, and carefully said at a distance of three feet, "Your Majesty heard the news of King Shunyi's death, and was very worried about the health of the Great Concubine. He ordered you to greet me Great Concubine, I hope that the Great Concubine will return to the Imperial Capital to take care of her as soon as possible."
Sure enough, Feng Zhiwei sneered in his heart, Tiansheng Emperor's memory is just like this, he can't think of Feng Zhiwei on weekdays, but here she became a widow, and the old emperor remembered that she was his personal saint Princess Ying was the person he had personally promised Mrs. Feng to take care of.
She covered her heart and leaned against the maid, Xie En who was so weak that she said that when she recovered, she would return to Beijing immediately to see Xie En.
After sending away the envoy from the imperial court, she watched obsessively as the men on the prairie were sealing the coffin and walking on horseback, leveling the ground, and then a huge piece of land would be circled to build a cemetery, but no one knew the exact location of the tomb.
The shadow of the distant mountain was smeared on the land that was gradually leveling off. She sat on the cold ground, sketching the outline of the shadow in a daze, trying to remember in her heart that at the end of the shadow on the top of the mountain, It is the place where Helian died...
At some point, another shadow silently covered her. The figure was not heavy, but it covered her shadow just enough.
Immediately, a pair of warm hands, a little hesitant but never changing direction, landed on her shoulders.
Feng Zhiwei looked back a little dullly, and saw a corner of the white veil and a delicate jaw from the blurred angle of view when she looked up.
She blinked, thinking that she was hallucinating again with tears in her eyes, a little unbelievable, but the man patted her shoulder clumsily, the warmth from the palm and the unique awkward posture were surprisingly familiar Heart.
Feng Zhiwei blinked again, and with this blink, the liquid in her eyes finally dropped, and then she silently turned around and hugged the man.
The man raised his hand for a moment, as if he wanted to throw him out subconsciously, but Feng Zhiwei leaned over without hesitation, the hand he just raised soon stopped moving, and was held stiffly by Feng Zhiwei, standing upright of.
Feng Zhiwei leaned her face against his particularly soft and comfortable cloth, pressed against the slightly damp cloth, and sighed: "Although I don't think you should come, I am really happy to see you here at this moment... "
"Nanyi..." she whispered almost dreamily, "I'm so happy that you're still here."
Gu Nanyi lowered his face and looked at the woman hugging his waist. From his angle, he could only see her long eyelashes covered with water mist. Under the sun, it looked like she was dotted with countless crystal diamonds. The light pierced him. It's a little uncomfortable, as if the heart is also covered with countless sharp-edged crystal diamonds, which are constantly sharpening the flesh and blood with the pulsation, causing a dull pain.
Are these... Feng Zhiwei's tears
I've heard of this kind of heart-wrenching pain caused by those tears, is it heartache
Gu Nanyi stared blankly at the tiny rays of light flowing under the sunlight. He had met her for so long, separated and separated, and had never seen her cry with his own eyes. When he finally saw her, he suddenly understood the feeling of heartache.
After understanding the loneliness, confusion, germination, longing... and other emotions because of her, he understood heartache.
When he received the news half a month ago that He Lianzheng had died, he was stunned for a long time, his empty heart filled with uneasiness, and suddenly felt that she needed him for no reason.
He thought she needed him, so he came, and the mountains were far away in the sky, so he rushed to the sky.
Abandoning everything and driving for half a month, when I saw her desolate black silhouette sitting alone on the horizon of the vast grassland, I felt that the world was so lonely, and she was the only one left.
No, you can't.
Gu Nanyi held her tightly in his arms, wanting to use this movement to give her more warmth, and hated that he didn't have the kind of warm body, and couldn't warm her up instantly when he was cold.
That kind of strength made Feng Zhiwei feel that the actions of the two of them at the moment were a bit shocking, and quickly broke away gently. Gu Nanyi didn't insist, frowned, looked at her face, snorted in disgust, and immediately used The sleeves wiped her face in a mess, and the movements were not gentle. They wiped the big concubine's makeup on her face in a mess, and then touched the sleeves carefully, feeling sorry for the way his clothes were stained.
Looking at the series of movements of the cleanliness young master Gu, Feng Zhiwei felt familiar and kind, and couldn't help wanting to fight him, grabbing the sleeves he just smoothed and wiped away tears.